*** YOU.

I'm so angry. I hate boys. I hate being fourteen.

I hate being mindfucked.

I hate being so mad you could cry.

I hate not wanting to be sad so you're mad.

I hate knowing something but ignoring it because you wanted it not to be true, but then having to face it.

I hate this feeling.

I hate how this goddamn entry has to be 100 characters long at minimum.

I hate having your "first love" and figuring out just why, as of now, they won't be your last.

I fucking hate that kid. I hope he gets dicked in the mouth.